The Disorganization That Has Been My Life For The Past Several Weeks...Because It's Pretty Funny (Albeit Morbidly So)

As most of you know, I've moved recently, and am now living with my best friend Kiana and her husband Eric.  They're totally awesome, no joke.  Problem is, we're moving into a downstairs apartment next week so we never bothered setting up all my stuff, including my bedroom.  So my shit is just STREWN all over the place, and has been for weeks.  Our living room is starting to look a little bit like a hoarder's attic.


Check this out:

 

My kitchen, in a box.

There's this:

My bathroom, in a box.

Aaaaaaand this:

THIS pile of shit alllll belongs in my bedroom.

Pretty lame, yeah?  I'm going crazy.  Do you know how hard it is to find a pair of socks in that pile of clothing?

Add on top of this the fact that my car is giving me trouble to the point of not even starting, so I've been taking public transit to work (2 buses, 1 train, and an hour and a half of armpits in your face instead of a 15-minute drive...hardly awesomeness).  Also add the fact that it costs $3.50 just to run a load of laundry through the wash here, and that it must be in quarters (and seriously, no one has that many quarters) so I'm getting stuck wearing my fat clothes and old scaggy underpants far too regularly.  Also add the fact that I am just the tiniest bit emotionally unstable at the moment, so one day I'm an empowered feminist, the next I'm a tough, worldly-wise woman, the next I'm a party girl, and the next I'm a crumpled heap of depression who has to crash on her friend's couch instead of going home because she's so stupidly afraid of being alone.

Thus, the disorganization.

Now here's my plan:

Step 1:  Take car to mechanic who owes Dad a favor.  Check.

Step 2:  Talk to friend who loves me and thinks I'm beautiful.  Check.

Step 3:  Imbibe alcohol.  Check.  Aaaaaand a top-off...Second Check.

Step 4:  Eat something highly fatty.  Macaroni and cheese?  That'll do.  Check.

Step 5:  Watch entertaining tv show.  Scrubs it is (thank you, Netflix).  Check.

Step 6:  Do something productive.  Loaded dishwasher!  Check.

Step 7:  Get laid.  Working on it.

Step 8:  Start doing laundry at Mom's house again, and try desperately not to feel lame for doing so.  Also working on it.

Step 9:  Move to new apartment, purchase bureau for clothing, organize new bedroom and help Kiana and Eric organize the rest of the apartment (our living room is going to be a blanket fort...it'll be fucking EPIC).  Get life/self in order.  To be started next week.

Step 10:  Save up more energy for blog...and other things that make me happy.  Hopefully I'll start having more energy extremely soon.

Step 11:  Acquire better sense of self-worth.  Ha.  We'll see.